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If one could paint Him, He would no longer be great," answered the girl, resting her sober eyes upon Ruth's enraptured countenance. One afternoon Ruth took a book and Ethel over the tramway to this fairy spot. It was very warm and still. Mrs. Levice had swung herself to sleep in the hammock, and Mr.
Levice slipped easily into Ruth's plan from a social standpoint, and Ruth slipped out, trim and graceful, from her mother's artistic manipulations. Meanwhile Mrs. Levice intended writing some delayed letters till her husband's return, which promised to be early in the afternoon. She had just about settled herself at her desk when Jennie Lewis came bustling in. Mrs.
Still, there was some one else at the thought of whom her temples throbbed wildly. It would hurt him; she knew it. The thought for a moment was a miserable ecstasy; for he loved her, her, simple Ruth Levice, beyond all doubting she knew he loved her; and, oh, father, father, how she loved him! Why must she give it all up? she questioned fiercely; did she owe no duty to herself?
Had the weather been fair, Ruth would have insisted on her going out with her; but to the rain of the day before was added a heavy windstorm that made any unnecessary expedition from home absurd. Mrs. Levice worried herself into a headache, but would not lie down. She was sure that the next delivery would bring something. Was it not time for the second delivery?
"Grown tired of womankind?" asked Mrs. Levice, playfully. "Well, if you must, you must; don't overstay your health and visit, and bring us something pretty. How long will you be gone?" "That depends on the speediness of the courts. No more than three weeks at the utmost, however." So the following Wednesday being bright and sunny, he set off; the family crossed the bay with him.
Levice tramped about the woods with Tyrrell and brier-wood pipes, and appreciated the moral bravery of a man who struggled on with a happy face and small hope for any earthly rest. But the children!
Stephens is a good man, whom I know, however; and one good man with the legal right is as good as another to marry you." There was little more said then. Kemp turned to Mrs. Levice and raised her hand to his lips. Arnold confronted him with a pale, smiling face; the two men wrung each other's hands, passing out together immediately after. Herbert Kemp and Dr. Stephens stood quietly talking to Mr.
Kemp entered; "even his eyes have been educated to express the same feeling; except for a little " "There, there," quieted Kemp; "don't exhaust yourself. Miss Levice, that fan, please. A little higher? How's that?" "Do not go, Doctor," he said feebly; "I have something to say, to do, and you I want you give me something I must say it now. Esther, where are you?" "Here, love." "Mr.
"Ruth's gown for this evening," she announced, deftly unfolding the wrappings. "Yellow!" exclaimed Mrs. Lewis, in surprise. "Corn-color," corrected Mrs. Levice, playfully; "how do you think it will suit my girlie?" She continued, shaking out the clinging silken crepe. "Charmingly; but I thought Ruth objected to anything but white."
The latter was naturally surprised at his unexpected invitation, but surprise was soon obliterated by another and quite different feeling, which she kept rigorously to herself. Mrs. Levice was in a dilemma about it, and consulted her husband in the evening. "By all means, let her go," replied he; "why should you have had any misgivings about it? I am sure I am glad she is going."
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